It was a trick she often used to get her hair to fall 'just right.' Popping a mint into her mouth, she took one last look at her face in the mirror in her living room and grabbed her purse to meet Gatlin downstairs. Ah, first date jitters. Romantic soul that she was, she didn't abhor them like most women. The butterflies in the stomach feeling, the nervous anticipation of the first kiss, the first grab of the hand across the dinner table, the first touch of the shoulder in a movie theatre — Kylie lived for all of this. She'd seen what true love was every day of her life growing up. Her parents had been married for 38 years, and to this day, they looked at each other like they were still teenagers. Kylie had known how blessed she was to have parents like hers since she was in grade school. Many of her friends didn't have a mommy and a daddy at home. "But why doesn't your daddy live at home with you and your mommy?" she'd asked her friend in first grade.
